It's one of those days.
You wake up from bad dreams,
And has phlegm in every cough.
You missed every throw at the basket,
And see emptiness in every tissue box.
You try getting involve in everything,
But has no sense of involving in either of the sort.
You feel you belong to here, there and everywhere,
but would rather disappear from scenes of source.
Your every move is politically right,
But you have guilt in both eyes.
You turn your back against desires that were never meant to be,
But it follows you like shadow cast by the evening lights.
You try looking for a place to camouflage,
But it work so well that you ultimately blend in so well.
You rest your eyes on the calendars,
And you are not about to rest your case.
You decide to take a little walk through your memories,
But it just wouldn’t lead you back to initial dreams.
You took a deep breath,
anticipating the worse to wrap you across.
And then…
All you hear is the clock striking ZERO HOUR.
And before you know it…
Another Day had passed.
You wake up from bad dreams,
And has phlegm in every cough.
You missed every throw at the basket,
And see emptiness in every tissue box.
You try getting involve in everything,
But has no sense of involving in either of the sort.
You feel you belong to here, there and everywhere,
but would rather disappear from scenes of source.
Your every move is politically right,
But you have guilt in both eyes.
You turn your back against desires that were never meant to be,
But it follows you like shadow cast by the evening lights.
You try looking for a place to camouflage,
But it work so well that you ultimately blend in so well.
You rest your eyes on the calendars,
And you are not about to rest your case.
You decide to take a little walk through your memories,
But it just wouldn’t lead you back to initial dreams.
You took a deep breath,
anticipating the worse to wrap you across.
And then…
All you hear is the clock striking ZERO HOUR.
And before you know it…
Another Day had passed.
